Twisted Strangers Video (MV)

And in the end, there's only one
And it's only begun
I was lonely and hoping for motion to come
He had noticed and known me more over the summer
He showed me where most of the vultures were from
I was molded to roll my eyes when he showed
He was only involved for a lowly resolve
As I slowly recall all the bogus and arduous
Moments when he was trying only to cum
I awoke. I was done, but I waited it out
I wrote a couple verses and I saved them. I vowed
To retain my humanity, wasting my patience
'Cause little did I know that he was weighing me down
Now I'm facing a crowd of about thirty fans
Now you couldn't pry the mic out of my dirty hands
If you try, understand
I will fight for this life 'til I'm lighting up stands
Now I'm writing up stanzas
And you're stuck looking for something to suck
(F*ck one. Everybody get's a bust)
(You're crushing nuts into butter)
(Don't think she doesn't know about it)
We gave her a list. Do try to go around it
Astounding
We found like a thousand
You act with a prowess
That's actually cowardice
Your lying don't amount to shit
We know you never loved another in your hours in
So now you spend your days scowling
Trying to play the card of someone who is powerless
You never had it in your heart to tone it down a bit
So now you've lost everybody in this town, of which
Tried to surround you with
The lovely sound of bliss
We gave you music and love. You gave us a pound of shit
You think we're mowing it
So now, you're somehow allowed around children. Don't think I don't remember what went down
You're a minor threat
In my eyes, you've been out of step
Just don't try to deny it yet
You might start to believe you weren't fingering bitches
You weren't. They're women
But at the time, a little past your age limit
(Remember Bec, in my bed back when our beats weren't ours?)
(You only get it in 'cause you make depression your purple heart)
You're like "I'm sad so f*ck me"
Like it might add to something
Your trite act is crumbling
So fight back or just leave
Your mic jack is unhinged
And mine's latched in the plug niche
I plight rap in abundance
You're white trash and a punk bitch
Don't try masking your love's fiction
With dry threats from your bust lips

So what about him?
As you can see, we're all better off without him
I guess that's the price of having good prices. No one would doubt him
Not because he's right
But when money's tight and the drugs are ripe
Then the young kids fly
Gather 'round the Dunkin' Donuts and the trail
At 14 getting drunk and high
(He still knows how to manipulate a pretty face, hoping they'll give him some cake)
(Maybe a nose full of adderall will change her mind about taking her life where the danger resides)
I'll tell you I wouldn't tell her if you tell me who the side hoe is
Do you feel responsible that all these children see an idol in
Someone who always thought they'd make big, but couldn't write for shit
And hangs around a suburb earning nothing in his life but them?
Do you see the problem here?
You could've been the king pin of this place, but you couldn't come near
What it takes to run this sphere
You could've brought people together on The World Around Us
You're solo part of Blunted could've been dope if you'd have found some ounce of
Anything to put down. At least we did more than Suicidal Souls did
That band, you owned it. I ran our duo, you coasted
And then boasted that you wrote shit
Look at me now. I'm posted
City of Ghosts is out. What's your first album?
Can't make it without me? Well that sucks
It sounds like some bad luck
Or bad habits from a sad f*ck
Have resulted in pools of bad blood
But with this song out, we can put it past us

(I apologize)
(Don't worry. I'll go away)